The Rain, the Risk, and the Return

The rain started soft, almost gentle-like it hadn't quite decided whether to fall or stay in the clouds. Mira stood under the crooked awning of an old bookstore, coffee cup cooling in her hand, watching the city blur through droplets.

She hadn't planned on becoming an investor.

In fact, until two weeks ago, the word "portfolio" still made her think of high school art classes, not ETFs and interest-bearing assets.